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Book 27 Page 1
No fixed abode
I am a man
of a no fixed abode,
living my life
forever on the road.
Some call me a “hobo,”
Some call me a “swag,”
Some call me by
many a derogative tag.
Cause I’m often badly dressed
and in need of a shave,
and some find reason to disapprove
of the way I behave.
For I live ‘in my own way,’
and follow nobodies rules,
though I am not what some may think,
‘an ignorant fool.’
I live under the stars
in my slow and ‘out of step time,’
and I regard this whole planet;
The trees ,the sky and all it’s land, as mine.
And I live in a way that
some think of ‘as bad,’
but they do not understand the ways
of the ‘wondering nomad.’
Yes I am man
who lives life alone.
I am the man of a
“no fixed abode.”
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created on 9/10/00